Iteration after iteration, nothing but the distant reminiscence of a time filled with sound laced in this infinite world, on the precipice of being able to see you in this world. Ever dim the beginning.
Noiseless myriads, the infinite oceans where the rivers empty.
Capture the soundless, in this halcyon world where we seem so evanescent, in this world, with nothing but our silence.
This has been my favourite improvisation so far. Close your eyes, and think of anything or anyone special to you. I'll be here :) <3
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